— &&. dane a. h.

hey babygirl, you {don't know} what you're stepping in, he's got m o r e where that came from you're not so special in the end.

[olivia-eldrige]

“Right, right”, Olivia rolled her eyes, could she be making more a fool of herself, “I actually had very little time to get ready, I thought maybe my mascara was runny”. “Yeah, I’m not really much of a drinker in an unfamiliar place. But I think this calls for an exception”, she decided, there wasn’t anyone that could call Mom or Dad, so she could let loose a little. “Oh my god, that has to be one of the most heartbreaking movies ever, Hachi in a close second”. 

“I’ve picked some skills here and there”, the brunette took out a bobby pin from her hair and walked towards the door, “I have to ask, are you sure this is your room? I don’t want to scare a poor soul by entering to their sacred space”.

[daneharrison]

“Well, it definitely seems like you had enough time. Believe me when I say; you look great.” his crossed arms unfolded and he used the door frame to push himself upright again. “I take it you’re new, since you referred to Bridgewood as an ‘unfamiliar place’ ?” his ever-present smirk was in place, brows arched high. “---- Well, I know it’s like this big classic, but I’ve just never seen it. Or Hachi, of which I hear for the first time.” 

“That’s... mysterious and suspicious. But I’m not going to question your badass ways since I’m in dire need of them.” the corner of his lips twitched up into his cheek, revealing a smirk. At he inquire, he stumbled back and read with squinted ebony orbs. “405. Yep, that’s it. Don’t worry, you won’t find anyone in a compromising position.” 

[daneharrison]

Ambivalence || Shawn & Dane

[shawnjfc]

Shawn didn’t really know what had happened, but all of the sudden, there was this tension in the room. You could cut it with a knife. However, that still wasn’t what his main focus was on. His hands were still on Dane’s hips, and with the boys words, Shawn felt his fingertips clench on a little tighter, certainly turning the other boy’s skin white. He noticed the way that a flush of red came to Dane’s cheeks, and Shawn was surprised, to say the least. He had never once seen Dane blush or even come close, for that matter.

One of Shawn’s hands traveled from Dane’s hip, as though he was testing his limits. It moved further and further until it rested on the small of his back, and before he knew it, Shawn was pulling Dane in even closer to him. “Then do it.” Shawn said. His friend was speechless, and in that moment, Shawn didn’t really care about the consequences. Maybe it was just the alcohol talking, or something else entirely. Either way, he didn’t care. He saw Dane bite his lip, and it was like something snapped inside of him. “Fuck.” He cursed before his hands both moved to Dane’s cheeks, his lips moving down and meeting the other boy’s hard. Shawn walked forward and pinned Dane against the wall, loving the control, mainly because he knew that he wouldn’t have it for long. 

[daneharrison]

Dane had never been in such close proximity with Shawn and he was sure the alcohol caused the feeling of contentment. "My pleasure." Dane was usually all logic and feigned cool detachment until the boy touched his skin. Then something not only stirred in him, but it took over his thinking. The rest of his world became an unimportant blur that was banished into the far recesses of his mind. The only thing that mattered was touching him more, kissing his mouth, his neck,... And inbetween the lustful looks there was no space left for questioning this new presence of passion.

Dane pressed his tongue to the seam of Shawn's lips and, at his grant of access, delved inside his mouth. He craved this. The kiss obliterated every thought and Dane's mind was locked into the present. The worries of the day evaporated like a summer shower onto a hot car. Drunk on endorphins his only desire was to touch him, to move his hands under his shirt. In moments the soft caress of Shawn's hands on his back had become more firm, slamming him against the wall. He savoured his lips and the quickening of the other's breath that matched his own. Noticing the door was cracked open and Shawn was in control, he quickly snaked his arms around him and pinned him up against the vessel that slammed shut when the boy's body collided with it.

[daneharrison]

[daneharrison]

bold any fears that apply to your muse!!! italicize what makes them uncomfortable!!! (and add your own if they aren’t listed)

the dark | fire | open water (sea/ocean) | (any) deep water | being alone | crowded/enclosed spaces | confined spaces (claustrophobia) | change | failure | war | being controlled/lack of free will | prison | blood | drowning | suffocation | public speaking | natural animals (any kind) | heights | death/dying | intimacy | rejection | abandonment | the unknown | the future | not being good enough | scary stories | talking to new people | poverty | loud noises | being touched | powerlessness | flying | confrontation | crowds | hospitals | not leaving a mark in the world.

[daneharrison]

Ambivalence || Shawn & Dane

[shawnjfc]

Shawn was relieved, to say the least, when Dane said that it was alright for him to crash in his dorm that night. He really didn’t need another lecture from Dalisay. Besides, when he didn’t show up to training in the morning and coach came looking for him, it’d be a lot harder to find him and tear him a new one if he wasn’t in his own dorm. “No, never! We’re so hot dude. We couldn’t ever be washed up.” He promised Dane, as though it was a matter of fact prediction. In truth, Shawn had very high hopes for his future, and he was sure that Dane would be right there along side him in success. 

When Dane spoke about talking to other guys, a toothy grin came to Shawn’s lips. “You don’t want me talking to other guys, Dane?” He said, closing the door behind them once they finally got inside. Thankfully, Dane’s roommate was nowhere to be seen. “Are you jeeeaaalouus?” Shawn asked his best friend in a sing-song voice. He was always so much looser when he was drunk, and not afraid of anything. Shawn placed his hands on Dane’s hips in front of him, to steady himself and because he craved the touch. “It’s okay if you are. I won’t hold it against you.” He promised, trying to keep a serious expression, but that little smile kept popping up. He really couldn’t help it. 

[daneharrison]

"Jealous ?" Dane blanched but feigned a scoff, dramatically trying to mask the embarrasment that was evident just looking at his features -- Dane never blush, he was always stoic, in charge and to be honest, annoyingly self assured. So when Dane's blush seared through his cheeks there was something seriously afoot. However, he proceeded to blame it on the alcohol. "Oh, shut up." his attempt at making a serious claim was interrupted when a sly smile crept on his face and lit up his features.

He had a colossal amount of witty comebacks up his sleeve that he could've used as a response to Shawn's words but he was left speechless - his mind was a slate wiped clean of all. And then there was that static, the crackling in the air that was ever-present this evening whenever the two of them got within a foot of each other, and usually it was enough to make the little baby hairs on the back of his neck stand up, but now it was enough to make him a little afraid for his life, like, if his hand would move anywhere else on his body, one or both of them would be instantly electrocuted. "God, I want to wipe that smile off your face." he bit down on his lower lip, hard enough that he almost penetrated the soft plum skin there and his gaze kept falling to Shawn's lips as well.

[olivia-eldrige]

A laugh escaped from Olivia’s lips, “Does it look like I just went to war? Because I swear I just had three or four drinks”. She crossed her arms and leaned into the nearest wall, “Well, you have two options: one, we go and search for them and hopefully the hangover won’t get worse or we could pick the lock, all we need is a bobby pin or a paper clip”.

She was dreading going to bed and fighting with the roller coaster feeling, and keeping busy always helped keeping the hangover away, “so, what are you going to choose?”.

[daneharrison]

“No, no.” Dane hurried, reassurence seeping into his tone. “You look great. I meant long long, as in ‘it’s like 3am and I’m meeting you in the hall’.” he corrects himself, making a mental note to choose his words wisely next time. “Only three drinks ? Well, that calls for an after party at my place -- y’know, when I get it to open.” he smiled at his unfortunate situation. Mimicking the girl’s moves, he rested his back on the door frame. “Wow, that’s a real Sophie’s choice I’ve got here.” 

“Do you know how to pick a lock ? I mean, I’d just wiggle and jam it a bit, hoping for the best.” 

[eleanorkingston]

Scout bit back a laugh that threatened to escape her lips from his imitation sounding much like an all too proud and posh administration worker at Bridgewood. She boiled his behavior down to the alcohol, as there was no way someone this sober could be this… Fun? “I’m not sure if they’d admit anyone who’s an expert at infiltration… Besides I think our government would have a hold of people like those before we got to them. I mean why else do you think Natasha Romanov isn’t here?”

“Ah, but would you walk two miles?” She countered. Scout grimaced at his reassurance; again it was probably the alcohol that caused this confidence. But she still hoped that somewhere in him was the key to picking a lock. “Basic knowledge as in you’re experienced in picking a lock or you watched a YouTube video and suddenly you’re a master.” The brunette teased. 

As they reached her door, Scout pulled out her key and turned the handle. She paused in doorway and stuck her hand out to him, “Probably bad timing since you might not remember me in the morning but I’m Scout. I usually know a dude’s name before they come into my lovely abode.” She teased with a smile. 

[daneharrison]

"Very wise of them. I mean, would you feel safe with some type of spies residing here, with the colossal posibility of them breaking into your room and stealing your bobby pins and whatever else is in there ?" Dane huffed in muted amusement. "Well, if that'd be Natasha, I wouldn't mind her breaking in." he quipped back, a sly smile curling his lips.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves -- I probably wouldn't even make it two miles." he opposed, very much aware of his drunken state ( not that he'd straight out admit it, though ). He bit down on his lower lip, struggling to keep in his laughter at her on point observations. She had him figured out. "Hey," he raised a shaky finger, putting emphasis on his claim, lazy eyes sitting half shut, "the video was like seven minutes long and I sat through it."

Grinning, with his usual twinkle of playfulness residing in his eyes that was ever-present at this stage of him being drunk, Dane followed the girl, walking with a funny gait. As she stretched out her hand he pondered over her motives, questioning what to do with it in his drunken state. Oh!, Dane mentally slapped himself before shaking her hand. Rarely did people greet him with a handshake anymore -- it felt too formal. "Dane. Nice to meet you Scout, and thank you for, you know, helping my drunk self in the middle of the night.”

[avenlyjones-blog]

“Hey, but down here is the best view there is to get you know,” Ave teased with a grin, “I will enjoy it, but I do expect to be the shortest for the rest of my life, it has a few perks so I guess that’s alright.”

[daneharrison]

“Yeah, you’re face to face with my chiseled chest.” he agreed, flashing a grin that revealed his teeth. “Life’s too short to worry about something as insignificant as height. -- If you ever need to reach the cookie jar, however, I’m at your service. -- I’m Dane, by the way and I am sorry that I’m so unable to stop with the short jokes.” 

[amystronghold]

“Define breaking in? He leaves it unlocked. Art of War, if an enemy leaves an entrance, you go in!” Amy said intelligently. “What masculinity?” Amy said, raising a brow. “I’m just joking!  Aimster? 3 nicknames in a couple minutes, I think that is a record.” Amy said, turning the hall. “For you, maybe. I respect you enough to turn my head away, when you’re naked and drunk, not aware of what you’re doing.” Amy arrived at the door.

[daneharrison]

“Don’t ruin this mischevious plan with your logic, Ammers ! -- Oh, but that strategy is great since it’s so simple and I think I can only manage simple right now.” he feigned a dramatic scoff at her next words, jaw opened wide in his antics. However, his signature smirk never left his face for too long. “I can show you what masculinity I’m talking about.” he slurred. “I’m giving you an array of nicknames to choose from, Amos. Appreciate it; it’s extremely difficult to come up with nicknames for the name Amy !” he pointed out. “Oh, yeah, as if you wouldn’t peek.” 

[campbellmelissa-deactivated2015]

“Oh my god!” A loud shriek buried itself in the confines of their setting, arms waving back and faltering back a few steps; that is, until she realized she was being duped. Fixing her stance immediately, her eyes averted coldly momentarily and then dissipated into calamity. “Not very funny.”  She commented.

[daneharrison]

He suddenly doubled himself up and burst into a loud harsh cackle of laughter that Dane could feel in his lungs, so hard that it took his breath away. Her reaction was priceless and would he continue laughing, the joyous tears that gathered in the corners of his eyes would threaten to spill. "It's hilarious. ---- Oh, come on; lighten up ! It's just a rat, a very dead rat that can't harm you anymore. Except if it bears some sort of lethal disease." 

[daneharrison]

Ambivalence || Shawn & Dane

[shawnjfc]

Shawn, to say the least, had already had a very interesting night. It began with him getting one of those mass text messages about the bonfire, then debating whether or not he should even attend. After all, he did have a 10 AM practice the morning after, which was very lenient of coach to offer, considering the fact that Shawn and Sasha typically trained around 5 AM. Shawn quickly decided that he’d take what he could get and made his way down to the party. He truly hadn’t planned on drinking until Avenly had challenged him to do some shots, and by then, he was too far deep to back out. 

He spent the majority of the night with Avenly, but since she was so small and continued to drink the same amount that Shawn did, he had to take her home before he was even gone. “Night, princess.” Shawn joked, kissing her forehead after tucking her in in her dorm room. He debated going back to his own dorm to turn in for the night, but suddenly, he couldn’t. Jacob was there in his head, saying ‘Fuck training tomorrow. Go have fun tonight.’. Shawn could never defy anything that Jacob said, sadly, and he was back down in the quad. He didn’t mind, though, because as soon as his eyes came to rest on Dane, he felt at ease. “My brotha!” Shawn shouted drunkenly, running (or his best attempt at running) to his best friend. 

Shawn and Dane had known each other for what had seemed like forever, which is why it was so easy to pick up where they left off the last time. Shawn downed about twice as much booze as he’d had earlier that night, and was really starting to feel it by the time that Dane suggested that they head back to his dorm. “Can I stay at yours? Dalisay will kill me if I come in this late.” He laughed about his uptight roommate. Shawn wrapped his spare arm around Dane’s shoulders, the other holding the last drink that he’d poured for himself. He hummed the Bridgewood fight song to himself, giggling at Dane’s words. “I’m funny all the time in case you’ve forgotten.” Shawn informed Dane through a whisper close to his ear before lighting nibbling on it jokingly. He handed his cup over to Dane as they continued on their way back to the dorms. “Getting your own booze is hard, though. I usually have to find some washed up jock from a few years before to get it for me, and I don’t like talking to them. I feel like their suck-ish rubs off on me.” Shawn informed his friend. “Yuck.”

[daneharrison]

The social atmosphere, charged with evanescent merriment, intoxicated him. He usually drank to excess but the giddiness he felt from just the touch of Shawn's lips against his ear muzzled his higher thinking in much the same way. With his primitive brain in charge and the flood of endorphins urging him to continue he was swept away in the moment. But in his intoxication he did not manage to respond with a witty comeback, reciprocation or a wicked glint in his eyes that seemed synonymus with the boy, but rather a simple smile playing on his lips. If the buzz that was created from the numerous shots he had downed wouldn't be there and the numbness wouldn't reign in his body, he'd question his reaction but for now he dismissed it.

Dane swirled the liquor in his red solo cup and kept his eyes fixed on the content of it, just watching its gentle vortex hypnotizing enough. When the liquid settled he brought it to his weather-cracked lips and let the amber fluid sit in his mouth a while before swallowing. He closed his eyes, dwelling only on the flavour. God it was good. He opened his eyes and soft laughter trickled from his lips. Dalisay was never too fond of Shawn, one of the few people that hasn't yet been pulled into his charm. And imagining the situation; an angry Dalisay is awakened by a stumbling hammered Shawn, followed by another round of their infamous arguments. At the boy's question he mused, thiking about his roomate and whether she would be present or not. "Yeah, sure !" he exclaimed. "My roomate's out but please don't puke all over her bed." his words that were delivered purely in jest were slurred, indicating that if anyone would puke, it'd probably be him.

"I got you covered next time, no need to be talking to other guys. -- Dude, don’t even joke about those worn-out jocks, we might be just like them in a few years." he spoke. The boy fumbled his keys when they came into the hall where he was residing. His fingers were numbed by the wintry wind and his mind anaesthetized from drinking vodka until the morning hours. After some minutes of jabbing the metal in sharp motions, without a worry in his head that he might wake the whole hall, the door cracked open. The silence that now reigned was filled with static, the air so dense with tension you could cut through it. He stood by the door, making way for his friend as he kept his eyes fixated now on the other's features, then his gaze travelled down his body.

[daneharrison]

Intoxicating || Delilah & Dane

[rose-delilah-archive-deactivate]

As she conversed with the much larger male, chaos was commencing around them. Someone had set up a keg stand, and the brunette was pretty sure that her roommate and best friend, Andrew, was the one enjoying it at the moment. Still, even his actiosn, with Delilah deemed dangerous, couldn’t distract her from Dane. It was almost as if they were magnets, and he was pulling her in slowly. It was no struggle for him, clearly. She was enthralled in their converstaion, hanging upon ever word that spilled from his lips. 

At his comment, Delilah flushed. Had it really been that noticeable? “Oh, really?” she asked, tilting her head to the side slightly. “To know that, you couldn’t have taken your eyes off of me either…” she countered, raising her eyebrows. Then, a grin spread across her full lips, exposing her white teeth. “So, it seems as if we’re both in the same boat here, Dane,” she explained slowly, placing her elbows on the bar and her head in her hands. “We’ll call it even.”

Delilah was good with words. In fact, her ability to construct sentences and piece them together was incomparable. By the sound of her conversation with Dane, it was no wonder that she’d been accepted to Bridgewood Academy. Sure, she had to pause sometimes center her thoughts, but she even had to do that while writing in her dorm room. It was simply because she wanted everything she said to be perfect, and the smirk on his face was trying ever so hard to keep that from happening. 

“Well, I’m flattered… So, I s’pose you won’t be needing that?” she asked, gesturing to the drink in his hand. “You don’t need alcohol for fun when you’re with me,” she added with a wink. As he explained a little more about his talent, she paused her lips. “I’m not a risk taker, Dane,” the girl stated simply with a shrug of her shoulder, “but you might be able to convince me sometime.” She would never submit to peer pressure, but this Dane character seemed to be trustworthy. He didn’t try to pressure her into drinking, which was a great sign. “If you can gain my trust one day, I’ll let you do both. How’s that sound?”

[daneharrison]

"You're the one that questioned my memorability, I never denied yours." Dane countered, masking his amusement with dangerously high arched eyebrows and a smirk pulling at his lips, eyes fixed on the girl. He then stood properly, using the surface he had been leaning against to push himself upright so he was now closer to the brunette. "Although I'm sure you've looked at me long enough for the memory of me to be burned into your mind, no ?" The teasing words never came to an end with the boy, tone laced with mischief and a matching wicked smirk always accompanying them. 

His words were then followed by another few sips from his cup and the familiar warmth of the hint of vodka settled in his throat, before Delilah referred to the alcohol he had so gleefully been consuming the past few hours. "Oh, I don't drink for the fun of it. It's just an added bonus." He smiled but there was a twist to it. Ebony orbs travelled to the content of his cup, then to the girl before him. Alluringly and maybe even unaware of it, she would blink her eyes from time to time, allowing her eyelashes to flutter like the wings of a butterfly, and Dane pretended to ponder, but the truth of the matter was that he has already reached a decision as he disposed of the cup and its content. 

"You're not ? You seem like one," he explained, chestnut-coloured eyes pinned on Delilah's pair as he delivered a wink similar to hers, "but I'm great at persuasion." He was positive that the girl that had referred to herself as fun would be up for a challenge even if she claimed to not be a risk taker. He was not used to being denied and he did not plan on getting accustomed to it. 

"It sounds great and all, up until that one day part. I'd like to take you on a ride as soon as possible -- y'know, to show off my talent so you'll fall head over heels for me." he joked with a certainness in his voice as if that result was inevitable; the sky was blue, the sun rose at the begining of each day and nobody could resist Dane Harrison. 

[queensleigher]

[daneharrison]

Ambivalence || Shawn & Dane

The crowd had been so jubilant, singing the songs that belonged to the inebriated and joyful. They rubbed shoulders never minding that their toes were often trodden on or that they were in closer proximity to these strangers than they usually were to friends or even family. The atmosphere was one of elation, the warm summer air occasionally punctuated by whoops and hollers. They lit the bonfire long before nightfall. By the time the trees looked like charcoaled versions of their daytime selves and the night rolled in, freckled with stars, their faces were aglow with flickering orange.

Dane's night went just as he expected it to go. His indifference towards the bonfire that everybody seemed to flock to was evident as he hung out mainly at the colossal stash of alcohol the students provided. Downing multiple cups, not bothering to distill the liquor that went smoothly down his throat, he felt numb and intoxicated by midnight which was a great feat for a guy who build up his alcohol tolerance to a point where he needed a whole bottle of Patron to feel the buzz.

People came and went, striking up conversations that eventually died down but it was not until his friend decided to join him in his lonesome drinking that Dane was begining to enjoy the night. Shot after shot went down their throats, one trying to outdrink the other. Yet none of them proved to be triumphal, both him and Shawn hammered beyond repair by the end of the night.

As the cacophony of singing and hollering died down, they decided to head home as well. With his arm snaked around the other boy's shoulder, stumbling about and swaying from side to side, the boys strolled about the school district. "Dude, have I ever told you that you are like," he came to a halt, putting emphasis on the next words, "-- the most hilarious drunk ?" The words were somewhat slurred, but that didn’t seem to matter to Dane as he stole the cup from Shawn's hand and brought it to his lips. “Next event we’ll do some pre-game at my dorm because arriving sober is just boring.” 

[amystronghold]

“Even if he isn’t, the office is always open. We’ll just have to wait and see.” Amy sighed, starting to walk towards the office. “Well, it seems as if I’m the knight in shining armor here, so, saving the damsel in distress.” Amy laughed. “We can be, I don’t mind Ammer’s..let’s see if you remember it when you’re sober,” Amy paused. “You don’t have to worry about that, I just want to make sure you don’t end up streaking like those other kids at the bonfire.”

[daneharrison]

“So we’re going to break into his office in order to break into my room ?” He inquired with eyes shining at the nefarious plan like a child’s pair, his tone laced with exhilaration -- even though the plan was anything but illicit, not involving any break in. “Wow, Amyson, you’re really putting my masculity on the line here. Good thing my confidence makes me refrain from feeling threatened.” he mused. “I’m not that drunk.” he feigns a scoff though his soft laughter is hard to conceal. “And how could I forget my savior Aimster ?” he says with a pompous tone. “It would definitely be an enjoyable sight, no?” 

[eleanorkingston]

“Psht.” Scout huffed out a breath and crossed her arms defensively, “What makes you think I don’t know how to break into a dorm? I mean I don’t. But! Don’t assume that…” She mumbled. At his request, she arched an eyebrow, wondering if he actually knew how to pick a lock with a bobby pin. 

“I have some back in my dorm,” The brunette gestured down the halls, “If you don’t mind a short walk, I’m sure I can rummage around for some.” She ave the boy a small smile. Knowing he was intoxicated, Scout didn’t want to leave him alone while she found the pins. He could easily get into more trouble in his state and that wouldn’t rest well on her conscience. 

“If I find these bobby pins, you sure you know how to pick a lock?” She asked teasingly, giving him a pointed look. “Or are you just going to jam it in and twist a little here and there with high hopes it’ll move?”

[daneharrison]

Dane emitted an eyeroll, the action littered with amusement at the other’s defensive response. “Well, do you know anyone at this –” he came to a halt, injecting the most pompous tone he could find “– prestige private school for extremely gifted children that knows how to break in ? —- If I knew someone like that, I wouldn’t be banging at my door but at theirs." 

He couldn’t mask his satisfaction. “I’d walk a mile if it meant I get to sleep in my own bed.” Dane drawled his words, falling into step with the other. Her gesture was nice but besides a tutorial online he once looked up on one of his dull afternoons, he did not know how to unlock a door with anything but a key. 

“Hm ? —- Oh, yes ! Basic knowledge, you know. I got ‘em street smarts.” He reassured her in a terribly faux manner, lying whilst intoxicated never proved to be good for Dane. However, he was sure that if he wiggled and played with the pin a bit, the door would open and he could let out a victorious ‘I told you so’. 

[amystronghold]

Amy looked at the guy who locked out, and felt sorry. However, she didn’t know what to do for him.

“Well, the RA keeps an extra set keys in her mailbox…it’s a little ways away.” Amy hesitated before walking away. “How about you just come with me, so you don’t get into any trouble?“

[daneharrison]

At her suggestion he glanced at the clock on his phone, the screen lighting up the dim hallway and revealing that the time was... definitely too late. “-- Is he still working, though ?” he inquired unknowignly. “Very chivalrous of you, Ammers. Are we already on a nickname basis ? Hope you’re not going to take advantage of me now that I’m drunk... Well, no, I hope for the opposite, to be honest...” he blabbered on, more to himself than anyone else, as he followed the brunette.